“What’s up?” I asked my oldest son one afternoon when he arrived home from school.
“Look, Mom, I have a surprise for you,” said my son with something hidden behind his back.
“What is it?” I asked.

My son revealed a little black sombrero decorated with sequins. In green, white and red glitter the word “Bicentennial” was written.

“Ah, it’s from Mexico. How nice,” I said, “Where did you get it?”
“I won it for having the highest score in my Spanish class,” he said proudly.
“Wow, that’s great. Very good,” I said, “but where are we going to put it? Your Dad isn’t going to like it.”

After a few minutes, we decided to put it on a bookshelf full of books and knick-knacks.

“Let’s see how many days it takes him to find it,” I said smiling.

Well, Carlos later came home after a day of working. He kissed me and we started to chat for a few minutes when he very abruptly stopped talking.

Amiga, this is really funny. It was like he had an antennae for it. : ) I’m a little late commenting, pero aqui te dejo mi link (mi perrito lo escribió). I hope you had a wonderful Easter con tu familia. Un abrazo!

He’s Salvadoran so he’s sensitive to my love of Mexican culture. He doesn’t hate Mexicans and has become good friends with his Mexican co-workers, but he does experience that “sibling rivalry” type feeling that some Central Americans feel always living in Mexico’s shadow.

I know exactly what you mean about “sibling rivalry”,…. Es igual en mi casa con mi papa. A lot of people would take it the wrong way and misunderstand the feelings between Salvadorean and Mexicans….. pero, eso es otro tema… jajaja.